His Forbidden Goddaughter
She said, winking at me as she walked further into the room.
“Well he doesn’t like women, so—” Isa countered, pursing her lips. I glared at Isa. She knows damn well that I’m fully into pūssy, no offense to women and men that like cōck. Mine is enough for me.
“Oh, I would love to watch!” She said, wiggling her brows, forcing Isa to grip her arm.
“Can you not be such a whōre for five minutes?” She asked through clenched teeth.